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Eching Question

Since I was a child
An unspoken question 
Has echoed in the hollow 
Of my body 
Carved by sorrow – 

Where were you?

When your chubby baby boy
Climbed out of his crib and
Crawled into the cold bathroom
Where he ate Drano and
Burned himself with lye –

Where were you?

When your wily toddler 
Pulled himself up onto the ledge 
On the second floor and fell 
Through the screened window 
Down onto the bushes far below –

Where were you?

When your sensitive six year old
Sat crying on the seawall before
She slipped backwards and fell
Twenty feet to the rocky tidal beach 
Landing in the lone sand patch –

Where were you?

When your eight year old son
Was hit in the head by a hammer
Thrown by his nine year old sister 
Meant for a door, but catching him 
Instead, blood flowing everywhere –

Where were you?

When your fourteen year old daughter 
Confused by the subtle, yet loud 
Familial messages on sex started
Sleeping with multiple men
And contracted a venereal disease –

Where were you? 

When your oldest teenage daughter 
Began riding off into the night 
With guys on motor cycles
Coming home late and high on
Drugs and skipping school –

Where were you?

What I, your grown daughter, now know  
Is that lost in the oblivion 
Of your own pain and confusion 
You left us in the care of a string 
Of strangers because you loved us.

You were there for us 
As much as you were able – 
At the end of each crisis 
Bringing us back
From the brink of destruction.

We, your children, survived, 
And became strong 
On the undercurrent 
Of your love that I now know
Was always there.


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  1. Date: 10/19/2009 10:00:00 AM
    I have enjoyed reading your excellent poetry this afternoon. Thank you Krista. Love, Carol